With this in mind Fangzheng stepped out of the car. The stirring villagers had been wary of Jing Yan but when they saw Fangzheng dressed in monk robes with a smooth bald head that could reflect light better than snow, their eyes lit up and the people came forward.
When Jing Yan saw this she heaved a sigh of relief, "Don't stand on ceremony. Take whatever you need. One person isn't allowed to take too much. I mainly have stationery and some clothes. Little girl come over here. This is for you."
As Jing Yan spoke, she took out a stationery case and handed it to a curious girl that had leaned forward. The girl's clothes were tattered and her face was a little dirty. Her eyes were wide and black. She had a yearning look on her face but she hesitated to go forward.
Jing Yan frowned. "I'm not a crook. Take it. It's for you."
